As a thunderstorm rolls in,
the wind rushes away, hiding, waiting,
stalking its victim until it leaps
out, surprising the rain, The rain
now has its own twists and
turns, rushing toward the wind,
and then silence. And then the sun
comes. The rain and wind run. They
soar and fly as fast as hawks.
Peace and silence come once again.
Rain and the Wind
Submitted on June 4th, 2009